Thursday, August 31, 2006
By This Time Tomorrow, I'll be at the Airport!
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
I Really Should Be Packing
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Two Things
2. I found the post you were telling me about and you were right, it is dead on.
That is all. I'm going to bed now.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
5 Days Left!
Okay, so last night Doug said we were each taking $200 out of savings for our trips. So maybe by the time we're ready to leave I'll have him talked into at least $250. :) I've got some spending room on my CC and I might try to get my limit increased before I go. Do you have a Penney's? Should I bring my CC for there?
I've been thinking about things to do while I am there and I was thinking about the crop thing. As much as I would love to go, I don't think I should be going to an event like this. I know how that goes with the whole try it and buy it thing. I'll end up loving everything I try and buying too much and be out of money the first night I'm there! I still want to go to the store though. I have to see what all the hype is about and I'm still up for scrapbooking if you want to do it at your house or something.
BTW, I told Doug that my vacation was going to be more fun than his. I know this is true because I already know what it's like just hanging out with you & Josh. I think Doug is in for it hanging out with Ronnie & Corey. Corey's not going to let them go off and do anything and if she does she'll be calling every half hour. Thank goodness, Josh isn't like that. Plus, we're actually going to go do things. Doug & Ronnie plan on drinking lots of beer and playing video games. Madden '07 came out this week. I suppose that will be fun for them. Oh well, to each his own, I guess.
I got a book to read on the plane. I decided just to check it out. We got new paperbacks in yesterday so I had my pick. It's not too long so I may need to stop at a bookstore before I leave to get something to read on the way home. Like you'll mind going to a bookstore!
Okay, I'm at work so I really should attempt to do something work related. I've also got to start making my list of what I'm wearing so I can make sure I don't wear it next week. :) See you soon!
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
My Kitchen is Almost Functional Again!
Okay, one room down, just 5 more to go (upstairs, anyway). I don't know what to do downstairs and I think I'm just going to let Doug worry about that for now. Okay, now I'm tired. Time to go lay in bed and watch Food Network. :)
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Too Cute!
And I know you are set on Fiestaware for your kitchen, but are these not gorgeous dishes?? These would be nice in your kitchen too, I think.
I love these and these. These are also very cute!
Okay, I really have to stop now. I've got to eat my lunch and get ready for work.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
New Perfume
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
More on Fiestaware
Doesn't that look perfect with the canister? And they have a bunch of other matching pieces. A paper towel holder, napkin holder, spoon rest, trivets, & cookbook stand. They also had it in red, white, & black. It is metal, btw. Very heavy. I couldn't find it online, otherwise I'd send you a link. You'll just have to go to Target & look for yourself, I guess. :)
Anyhow, I better get to bed soon. I used some lavendar lotion a little bit ago and I actually think it is really making me sleepy.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Fiestaware
ETA:
I forgot what you said about the sale that Macy's/Marshall Fields is having, but didn't you say something about it being buy 1 place setting, get 1 free and that 4 place settings was going to cost you $84 or something like that? Well...this is what they have at Dillard's and it appears to be regular price. I really do love the cinnabar.
Delivery
Dishes
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Can't Sleep
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Blogging from Fran's to Say...
You can see a picture of it here. It's purrrrrty.
More Dishes!
Friday, August 11, 2006
3 Weeks and Counting
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Six Months Earlier - Part 1
"So, let's see..." Olivia's grandmother, Camille, sat across the Formica table, a crisp map of Portland spread out in front of her. The corner of the map was discolored from Olivia's hot chocolate, which had spilled as the waitress sat it down in front of her. "If we go straight down Harbor, we can hit McLeod's first. That's the one Bess recommended." Camille traced the route with her long, thick fingernail.
"Can we see a movie after that?" Olivia asked. Camille hadn't yet realized it, but antique shopping really wasn't Olivia's thing.
"I don't know, Livy." Camille folded the map back up and stuck it in her purse, a massive beige tasseled bag with bulging pockets. Her grandmother's bag embarrassed her. Olivia looked down at her own purse, which she'd just begun to carry. It was small and dark, barely large enough for her wallet and lip gloss. Do purses just grow as you get older?
"The traffic will be bad tonight. Full of holiday shoppers. And it’s going to turn nasty. A nor’easter’s coming."
Olivia absently picked at the edge of the wood-grain Formica, trying not to be too disappointed. She wiggled one of her nails, chipped and half painted, under the laminate. Her grandmother seldom left the house, let alone drove all the way into Portland. Olivia's fifteenth birthday, though unfortunately positioned in the year, had been occasion enough to warrant a trip into the city. The laminate gave slightly under Olivia's finger, revealing a gummy black underside.
"I know! Why don't we decorate our tree when we get home?" Camille's voice warbled a bit, excitement laced throughout. Her Christmas bell earrings were heavy, elongating her earlobe. For the first time since they'd entered the diner, Olivia was aware of the tinkle of Christmas music, just under surface of the rowdy breakfast crowd. She glanced at the tiny tree sitting on a plastic stand near the cash register; a silver tinsel garland wound crookedly up its length, the red felt tree skirt holding fast to the creases created by eleven months of storage. It had been three years since Olivia had a Christmas tree. Her dad was almost never at home. After her mother walked out, he’d left it up to Olivia to decorate. She'd put the tree up twice before deciding it was a waste of time. No one was around to enjoy it anyway.
"Sure, gran." Olivia drained the last of the hot chocolate, tipping her mug to catch the concentrated chocolate puddle at the bottom.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Book Beginning
Here's how my book opens:
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The knock came at dusk.
Olivia had just settled down in her favorite chair, the one she'd patched with duct tape colored with markers to match the worn green leather. Her dinner, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, balanced precariously on the arm of the chair; a book was cradled in her bare legs.
The knock was sharp, rattling the old, warped glass in the front door. She knew without looking who it was. They had come without their lights and sirens, knowing that she would run.
The book slid from her lap, the sandwich flipped onto the floor. Olivia was halfway up the stairs before the second knock came. She'd been preparing for this for almost six months, since that horrible day in Portland. Her fifteenth birthday had been far from happy.
Olivia's bedroom faced the street and though the sun was fading, she didn't turn on the light. A buzz of voices from below floated up and were muffled by the window, shut tight despite the thick summer air. She knelt down, pulling the small suitcase from beneath her bed. Scattered pieces of cat food bit into her knees.
"Ziggy," she called in a whisper as she peeled the cat food from her skin. "Let's go, Ziggy."
Two yellow eyes followed by a shadowed body inched into the room, hugging the door frame. Ziggy always came when called - like a dog - but hesitantly, with a cat's suspicious mind. Olivia scooped him up before he could slink away. He resisted as she guided him into his carrier, landing one good scratch on the back of Olivia's hand before she latched the door closed.
Olivia rubbed the sting from the scratch. A deep voice called her name from the lawn below.
Across the room, the crystal covered box shone in what remained of the day's light, projecting muted ribbons of color along the wall. Olivia sat Ziggy down and hurried to the box. I wish I could take it, she thought. Covered with one-hundred and two perfectly cut teardrop chandelier crystals, the box was simply too heavy to add to her suitcase. Olivia lifted the lid and grabbed the money hidden inside, shoving it into the pocket of her shorts. Forty-three dollars and sixty-seven cents at her last count. It had been hard to save money; there had been so much she hadn't realized she would need.
The bedroom window shook in its casing. The pounding was louder now, less a suggestion and more a command. Beneath it all, the sound of splitting wood echoed.
"Help me!" Olivia thought as she raced through the short hallway, her narrow hips buffeting her suitcase and cat alternately. They hadn't been as patient as she'd hoped. She needed more time.
The rope ladder was hidden beneath a quilt at the bottom of the closet in her grandmother's room. A kaleidoscope of yellow and orange polyester, Olivia's grandmother had made the quilt at age twelve. The design was hand sewn, the irregular serpentine stitches still holding - regretfully, Olivia thought - after sixty years. As she threw back the quilt, Olivia's hurried heart shattered.
The rope ladder was gone.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Kitchen Plans
24 (23 by the time you read this) days to go!! :)
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Check Your Mailbox!
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Shopping...
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Who Wants To See What Misty Got For Her Birthday??
These are the flowers Doug sent me for my birthday. He also made me breakfast this morning and took me out for Chinese food tonight. Sesame Chicken...yum!
A cute candleholder from my mom & dad.
And here are the canisters I asked for that they got for me.
And they gave me this book.
Here are the two Rooster prints I got at Michael's with the giftcard Sarah gave me.
Rooster 2
And this is the gift card Desire' gave me for a 30 minute massage. :)
And I still have more birthday presents to look forward to. I am going to order some dishes. I don't think I'm going to actually get the plates & stuff this time. It is too expensive. Plus, my plates that I already have match my canisters fairly well. I am going to get Salt & Pepper Shakers and Serving Bowls to match the cannisters though. Fun stuff.
So all in all, my 26th birthday has been pretty good. And it's not just because I got great presents. I just feel very loved this year. Does that make any sense? Here's to year 26, I hope it is the best one yet! :)
Sorry I missed your call last night. I was laying in bed watching TV with the door shut and couldn't hear the phone. :( And yes I did delete the post about Doug's mom. It was too whiny for me yesterday. We're going to dinner with her Thursday night so I'm sure I'll have a story to tell when that is over.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!



